It was 10. Became nil. Then it sped its way up to 20. I am talking about bash tickets here. When it was told to me that the 10 tickets they ordered last night had vaporised, I pee-ed into my pants. Not literally though. Panic-stricken dPx was sweating. He was dPx-ing about the 10 tickets that he could use to save entire Merlot. All of a sudden, hero wannabe turned into a dPx-ing villian, not for the first time. TIO DUA was the word that excuses my hao-lian-ness.

Heroine - Sharon Codename - Drop-dead gorgeous Brief - Okay, she's not exactly drop-dead gorgeous. In any case, she didn't kill me at our first meeting. But kudos to her, for she got me the 20 tickets bulk sale which at one time, seemed increasingly unlikely. A glance at the paper she held in her hand proved the work she had put into in gathering her manpower and saving my ass. Strangers before yesterday, saving me was the last thing she could do. But then, she didn't. Kowtows!!

In the end, it doesn't even matter if the entire Merlot didn't go for bash. The bulk sale only encouraged me to psycho the whole lot to go home instead. HA. We are simply NCKs (non-chiong kias). Don't misunderstood us as chiong-ers, for we are NOT. Good thing we are not allowed to wear UNIFORMS to chiong. Hell knows what will happen to our reputation? It sounded like a great idea at first BECAUSE it seemed like the only way to get our NCKs to go to the bash. But hey, imagine us waiting outside in JC UNIFORMS? Our heads would have been laughed off before we even stepped into CheenaBlack!! On the streets we continued to sell our remaining tickets though, because we have a responsibility. Bouncers looked at us suspiciously as we pitched our sales so aggressively. And yes, we did get into some trouble. One of the bouncer came down to confront us. But good thing we got Malcolm on our side. Quiet and reserved he may be, but you are fucking wrong to regard him as a pushover. A staring contest soon began, which turned into a shoving one. "You are not allowed to sell your tickets here!!" Malcolm remains quiet, refusing to look at the bouncer. "Get your fucking arse out of here!!" Malcolm looked up slowly. He had electrifying Cyclops eyepower, which he had trained ever so hard in his army daze. A Cyclops Blast erupted from Malcolm's eyes and hit the bouncer on the stomach. But bouncers ain't call bouncers for no reason. The laser bounced off the bouncer and landed on our CGL's right arm, at the exact location where she had her hideous flu jab!! Merlot was angry!! "The flu jab had enough stick oready," we all thought. Out of a sudden, dPx landed his right fist into the chest of the indomitable bouncer. The huge thump got everyone looking. The impact blew the bouncer apart, splattering blood all over CheenaBlack!! Awww...the onlookers screamed. Nabei, I thought. I had overreacted. I shouldn't have done what I did. But it's too late to do anything I supposed, though seriously, the flu jab really should have been left alone. The cops were soon called in. Sigh, I sighed. Nabei, I thought. CB, I sweared. A check on the bouncer was done. He had been blown apart though, so the one way to find out his identity is through his ID. And then the twist!! He was a Bangla working for Al-Quaeda Corporation. Applause all around. And I thought I had screwed things up. I'm a national hero!! I chatted awhile with the cops, took an interview with CNA and gave a 5 minute 'Dont-mention-it' speech to the CheenaBlack peeps. But Merlot was looking increasingly frustrated. It's 2315 now and their last train is about to leave. Reluctantly, I left CheenaBlack to a standing ovation. A few autographs were signed and I was on my way back home. So much for a day's concerns. In the end, the concerns didn't really materialise.